The Brothers Karamazov

by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

and disappeared except that fragment.

to hell with all who pry into the human heart!

there are no memories more precious than those of early childhood in one's first home.

And that is almost always so if there is any love and harmony in the family at all. Indeed, precious memories may remain even of a bad home, if only the heart knows how to find what is precious.

If a man carries many such memories with him into life, he is safe to the end of his days, and if one has only one good memory left in one's heart, even that may sometime be the means of saving us.